Ethan's grip tightened around his weapon. Every instinct told him that something was wrong with Selene.
Her movements were sluggish, yet eerily precise, as if she was adjusting to a body that wasn't entirely her own.
Her eyes, normally sharp and calculating, flickered with a strange golden hue. When he took a step toward her, she flinched back and raised a hand.
"Stay back'"
She warned.
Her voice—heavier, distorted—sent a chill down his spine.
"Selene? Are you okay?"
Ethan asked cautiously, gauging her reaction.
She was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, she shook her head.
"I'm fine."
She said, then immediately corrected herself.
No. I'm not. Something is wrong. I—"
She gritted her teeth, her breathing uneven.
"I need you to knock me out."
Ethan's brows furrowed.
"What?"
"Do it! I need to reset—before it takes control."
Selene insisted. Her fists clenched like she was holding something back.
Ethan hesitated.
